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Standing on the porch,
Looking awkwardly at ease,
One foot pivots on the upper step--
Lit under a familiar light.
The other is planted on the one below,
Sliding under a moonlit sky.
She has made up her mind:
Her bags are packed;
Clutching a pillow in her hand,
She smiles-- half wonder, half fear--
The way one looks when granted a wish
One wants to take back-- somewhere
Between excitement and guilt,
The old and the new,
Desire and renunciation,
Future and Past;
Between the longing and being
That mirror my own.
Still, I let her go,
To sleep in someone else's bed,
Under another's tender care,
Half-knowing we each rehearse a part,
Playing roles in a play,
Priming our courage for more final days.
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